The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 799

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Chapter 799

“Are you saying there’s no way right now?”

My fingertips trembled slightly. I had placed so much hope in Lawrence that hearing him say there was no way made my heart sink.

‘Wait, hold on….’

Those aren’t the eyes of someone who’s completely given up.

Despite saying there was no way, Lawrence’s golden eyes held a faint glimmer of light.
It seemed difficult, but there was a way.

“Lawrence. Surely you’re not….”

I looked down at Lawrence and furrowed my brow.

“You’re not about to say the method is so difficult it might as well not exist, are you?”
“Huh…?”

Lawrence blinked as if I’d struck a nerve.

“Well, that is….”
“In a world that moves as fast as ours does these days, that kind of phrasing isn’t good. Besides, it’s far too predictable.”

I shook my head, expressing my disappointment.

“No, I was just… well, you’re right, but… hmm….”

Lawrence stammered before dropping his head. Just as I’d suspected, there was a way, but he’d phrased it as nonexistent because it was so difficult.

-Do you have no capacity for sympathy, you wretch?

Wrath’s crimson eyes gleamed.

-How can you say such a thing after hearing that poor wretch’s circumstances!
‘Lawrence said it himself. We should change the mood. Staying depressed is actually disrespectful.’
-Weren’t you the one who made that grasshopper so downcast!

He pointed at Lawrence, who was hanging his head.

-From now on, I shall regard you as a celestial being! You celestial bastard!

Wrath gnashed his teeth, muttering that he could see white wings appearing behind my back.

“Sigh, what in the world is wrong with that fellow’s tongue.”

Lawrence shook his head at me, bewildered.

“Since that wretch’s mouth never stays still for a moment, the Rion Lord must be exhausted.”
“To me, he is the most respectful grandson of all.”

Lectar lowered his hand, saying not to compare him to others.

“That’s quite different from Edgar.”

Lawrence looked at me with his brows furrowed.

“Ah, you’re right. It was such a difficult matter that I said it didn’t exist. I didn’t expect it would be so… obvious.”

He scratched his cheek awkwardly.

“From now on, please venture outside the Holy Sword Association more often. There are many wonderful places, and I’d be happy to show you around.”

I extended my hand with a faint smile.

“Absolutely not. If I go around with you, my heart will be torn to shreds.”

Lawrence gnashed his teeth as if he absolutely despised the idea.

“So there really is a way to save my colleague’s mother?”

I stepped closer to Lawrence, suppressing the trembling in my chest.

“That’s right.”

Lawrence nodded with certainty.

“That method is….”
“Please wait a moment.”

I raised my hand and covered Lawrence’s mouth.

“Wait? What for?”
“I don’t think I should hear this alone.”

Unless Martha was at Zigheart, I wanted to hear this together with her from here on.

“So you mean to fetch your friend.”

Lawrence nodded as if he understood what I meant.

“Yes. That’s right.”

He crossed his arms, saying he would wait here.

“Martha should be at the Mansion.”

Lectar smiled, urging me to hurry back.

“Yes, then.”

I bowed to Lectar and Lawrence before descending the Mountain.

“Rion Lord…. No, Grandfather.”

Lawrence gazed at my retreating figure with a subtle smile.

“Your disciple has come to his senses, and you’ve even gained such a mad grandson. Fortune has bloomed in your twilight years.”
“Not just in my twilight years.”

Lectar smiled gently and placed his hand on Lawrence’s disheveled white hair.

“You are also my blessing.”

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Boom!

The moment I opened the mansion door, Martha thrust her face forward.

“Why are you so late! I’ve already prepared all the food!”

Martha furrowed her brow, urging me to wash my hands and sit at the table.

“Wait a moment.”

I closed the mansion door and called Martha to the side.

“Hmm?”

Martha approached, still holding the plate of food, sensing that something urgent had come up.

“I’m sorry, but let’s eat later. Something important has happened.”
“Something important?”
“It’s about your mother….”

I briefly explained everything that had occurred so far.

“Ah….”

Martha’s legs gave out, and she sank to the ground. The plate of meatballs she’d been holding tumbled to the floor.

“Is that… really true? All of that….”
“It’s the truth.”

I nodded heavily.

“I’m sorry for revealing your secret without permission. But if you want to know the truth….”
“I don’t care about that!”

Martha clenched her teeth, her dark eyes blazing with intensity.

“If there’s a way to save my mother, I’ll do anything it takes.”

She spoke of heading to the Cave immediately, forcing herself to her feet with visible effort.

“Then right away—”
“Wait.”

Martha turned back just as she was about to follow Raon out.

“Hey! Come out!”

At her gesture, Lunan Slion and Burren Zigheart, who had been hiding along the Dining Hall wall, sheepishly poked their heads out.

“Sorry….”
“W-we’re sorry. We didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but we couldn’t help it….”

Lunan Slion and Burren Zigheart hung their heads in shame.

“You already knew everything anyway.”

Martha shook her head matter-of-factly.

“Come with us.”

She gestured for the two of them to join her instead.

“Huh…?”
“Us too?”
“You weren’t planning to help?”

Martha wrinkled her nose, as if asking an obvious question.

“O-of course we should help! It’s what Zigheart swordsmen are supposed to do—help our comrades!”

Burren nodded awkwardly.

“What concerns Charm Girl concerns me.”

Despite his fierce gaze, Lunan Slion spoke with unwavering resolve.

“Then let’s go.”

Martha led the way, exiting the mansion first and ascending toward the mountain.

“Yes!”
“R-right.”

Lunan Slion and Burren followed Martha without hesitation.

‘A beautiful sight.’

I watched the three figures disappear and drew a deep smile across my face.

‘They’ve finally come to understand one another.’
-It’s a fine sight, but you orchestrated all of it!

Wrath snorted derisively.

-I won’t forget how a weakling like you pulled strings. You anticipated Charm Girl would react this way and made sure we all heard it!

He lifted his chin as if to say he knew everything.

‘Oh, you caught that? Your instincts have sharpened.’
-Don’t disrespect the True Demon King! I surpass you in humanity!
‘That’s rather sad to hear…’

Every time Wrath accused me of lacking humanity, it stung with genuine sincerity.

“Regardless, it’s heartwarming to see them becoming like family.”

I nodded with satisfaction, watching Martha, Burren, and Lunan Slion walk in a line ahead.

“Who’s family!”

Martha glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes darting away.

“Being family with someone so brutish is… well…”

Burren Zigheart shook his head as if burdened by the thought.

“I’m a refined woman.”

Lunan Slion blinked his fierce eyes, insisting not to compare her with the rakshasa woman.

The three of them each spoke different words, growling at one another—yet somehow it seemed endearing.

“Let’s move a bit faster. He must be waiting.”

I led them all toward Lawrence’s cave, a faint smile playing at the corners of my lips.

“I’ve brought them.”

I bowed my head slightly and positioned Martha before Lawrence.

“So you’re the one…”

Lawrence looked at Martha but couldn’t continue, exhaling a long sigh instead.

“It’s alright. I’ve accepted everything now.”

Unlike the struggling Lawrence, Martha nodded calmly and steadily.

“Please tell me. There really is a way to save my mother, isn’t there?”

She bent forward pleadingly. Though she appeared confident, her shoulders trembled. She seemed gripped by tension so profound it felt as though her heart might sink.

“Yes. There is a way. But it’s nearly impossible.”
“Please tell me.”

Martha bit her lips as if prepared to listen to anything.

“There are three conditions. Each one is difficult.”

Lawrence raised three fingers.

“The first condition is to subdue the White Blood Cult Master. You cannot kill her—you must bring her to the brink of death.”

He furrowed his brow and continued.

“As you all know, that monster grows stronger with time. Bringing her to the edge of death is extraordinarily difficult. Among the leaders of the Five Emperors and Oma, few possess such capability.”
“That would be the case. Currently, among the Five Emperors, only our Head of House could subdue the White Blood Cult Master.”

Excluding Ogram, the Night King who had lost his martial prowess, the Silent Sword Master Lecross, Tower Master Larian, and the Grand Mage of the Ethereal Kingdom Chamber could all stand against the White Blood Cult Master.

But only one person could subdue the White Blood Cult Master and bring her to the brink of death—Glen Zigheart, the Northern Destruction King.

“With the first condition being impossibly difficult, the second is no easier.”

Lawrence shook his head lightly.

“The second condition is that a body the White Blood Cult Master can transfer into must be nearby.”
“A body she can transfer into…?”
“The White Blood Cult Master is a monster who has lived for centuries by changing bodies. She possesses the ability to inhabit another person’s body as a spirit and seize that form.”

His eyes gleamed with revulsion as he continued.

“However, that monster merely dominates the body without killing the original soul. It’s a contractual condition—she squeezes the body’s potential to use all of her own power.”

Lawrence briefly clicked his tongue, noting that this was why Martha’s mother still lived.

“Ugh…”

Martha bit her lip and clenched the cheap necklace tightly.
Now she finally understood why the White Blood Cult Master wore the old necklace that matched the one her mother had.

“When the White Blood Cult Master transfers to a new body, she completely kills the original soul to erase any lingering memories and vital essence before departing.”

Lawrence lowered his head as if apologizing merely for speaking these words.

“However, if a critical moment arrives, she will extract her soul immediately, regardless of what happens to the original body. Otherwise, the soul in the original body can never be saved.”

He exhaled deeply, saying that was the only way.

“The problem is that there are very few bodies capable of accepting the White Blood Cult Master’s soul. The Blood Ghosts have been sending sacrifices to this unit to find one, but it hasn’t been easy to locate.”

Lawrence furrowed his brow, suggesting that perhaps the second condition might be even more difficult than the first.

“Then what’s the third condition?”

Raon asked, looking at Lawrence’s second finger.

“The third is that we must kill the escaped White Blood Cult Master’s soul before it enters a new body.”

Lawrence shook his head briefly.

“You mean kill her while she’s in spirit form?”
“Yes.”

He nodded shortly.

“The White Blood Cult Master can control all blood energy in the world. If she enters a new body, she could take her previous body—which still contains blood energy—as a hostage.”

Lawrence bit his lip, acknowledging that nothing about this was simple.

“That’s why I said there’s no way. It’s nearly impossible….”
“I can handle the second hostage.”

Martha thumped her fist against her own chest.

“Mother and I look alike. There’s definitely space in me for that damned woman to enter.”

She nodded, recalling how the 10th Apostle had even recognized and targeted her before.

“Then I’ll handle the first condition.”

Raon stepped forward, responding to Martha’s declaration.

“I will capture the White Blood Cult Master.”

He spoke the name of one of the Continent’s strongest as casually as if she were a common street thug.

“Then we’ll provide support from behind.”

Burren swallowed hard and clenched his fists.

“Yeah. Anything.”

Lunan Slion nodded as well, indicating he would do whatever was necessary.

“No, wait!”

Lawrence sprang to his feet.

“Did you two actually listen to what I said? This isn’t something you can agree to so easily….”
“We heard everything. Suppress the White Blood Cult Master, and kill her when she tries to transfer to another body. That’s what you meant, right?”

I compressed the desperate murmurings Lawrence had been repeating into a single sentence.

“W-well, that’s true, but….”

Lawrence’s jaw trembled as if he found the situation absurd.

“Even if Martha says there’s a possibility of the White Blood Cult Master obtaining a new body, how are you actually going to suppress and kill her!”
“We fight, train, and grow stronger. That’s why we came here in the first place.”

I nodded as if it were a simple matter.

“That’s easy to say….”

Lawrence stared at me and Martha with confusion written across his face.

“We’re sailing through a vast, uncharted sea, and suddenly a map has fallen before our eyes. Even if we must cross lava and overcome typhoons, I can only smile.”

I smiled broadly at Lawrence.

‘Now we have a path forward.’

I had been determined to save Martha’s mother without knowing how, and Lawrence had just given me the answer. No matter how difficult the task, I couldn’t help but laugh.
No matter how difficult things were, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Thank you.”

Martha drew her sword and took the Zigheart salute. It was the first time I’d seen her offer such a formal gesture of respect.

“Thank you.”
“Thanks.”

Lunan and Burren also expressed their gratitude for helping their friend.

“Then let’s head down.”

Martha turned without the slightest hesitation.

“Head down?”
“We need to train. We don’t have time for this.”

She nodded, saying that she had to become a Grand Master to be of any real help.

“Right….”
“Finished eating, I see.”

Burren and Lunan shrugged their shoulders and followed after her.

“No….”

Lawrence’s jaw trembled as he watched the three leave without hesitation.

‘Do those brats have no sense of fear?’

If they hadn’t encountered the White Blood Cult Master face-to-face, it would be one thing, but they had—and yet they showed no trace of fear.
It was astounding that they possessed such conviction of victory despite knowing the White Blood Cult Master’s strength.

‘What am I….’

I had sworn to avenge my mother, yet I made excuses about training in Reverse Harmony and refused to leave the cave.
Even after reaching Transcendence, I still feared the White Blood Cult Master.

But those children, far younger and weaker than me, were steeling their resolve to clash directly with the White Blood Cult Master.
Shame welled up in my chest, and I couldn’t lift my head.

“It’s difficult. You must be frightened and struggling.”

Raon nodded as if he understood Lawrence’s heart.

“But it’s something that must be done. Isn’t that right for you as well, Lawrence?”

At those words, Lawrence’s lips trembled slightly.

‘Something that must be done….’

Hearing that phrase, the face of his true mother—smiling even as she faded away—surfaced in his mind.
He had sworn vengeance with his very soul, yet somewhere along the way, he had become a coward.

‘This must be my last chance.’

It was something he could never accomplish alone, but strangely, standing alongside these young ones filled him with courage.

“You’re right. I’ve been burying something I must do even in death, deep within my chest.”

Lawrence drew a smile tinged with moisture and nodded.

“I’ll help you. Whether as a stepping stone or a blade, I’ll do whatever is needed in that battle.”

His eyes gleamed with a brilliant golden light, as if he had achieved spiritual enlightenment.

“Then let’s start with my training first.”

Raon nodded approvingly.

“Huh…?”

Lawrence blinked, looking at Raon.

“T-training?”
“You said you’d do anything.”
“No, I meant when we fight the White Blood Cult Master, not right now….”
“Enough. Get up. We don’t have time.”

Raon beckoned Lawrence with a flick of his finger.

“Huh? W-wait….”

Lawrence exhaled sharply as though caught once more, pushing himself upright.

“You’re right—I fell for it.”

Lectar laughed with evident amusement at Lawrence’s flustered expression.

-Don’t get swept up by the atmosphere, I told you.

Wrath shook his head in disappointment as well.

-A leech never lets go once it’s attached!

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Clang!

Martha and Jeira’s blades collided as they thrust toward each other’s throats, scattering brilliant crimson sparks.

Boom!

Martha’s sword carried explosive force, but Jeira’s blade advanced with unwavering precision, neutralizing every ounce of that power.

“Nothing’s changed from before at this rate?”

Jeira clicked her tongue with disappointment.

“We can discuss that after this match is over!”

Martha gritted her teeth and rolled her left foot forward.

‘I am not Raon.’

Raon had advised me to find my own path forward in this place.
But unlike Raon, I lacked the ability to absorb an opponent’s strengths—there was only one path I could take.

‘Strength and boldness.’

I had contemplated whether I should learn gentleness given my stagnating skills, but the path that suited me best remained the same—charging straight ahead.
Thanks to the swordsmen of the Holy Sword Association who walked only one path, I could be certain that my own path was not wrong.

‘I’ll continue forward!’

Martha stepped into true form. An ultimate slash infused with the Gwangpung Style, riding atop her full-power Titan Aura. She unleashed the same sword strike as before, but with an entirely different resolve.

A tree with deep roots does not sway even in a tempest. Martha’s powerful blade collided with Jeira’s precise strike, generating a tremendous shockwave.

Kuwaaaaang!

A violent impact erupted with enough force to flip the earth’s surface, just as before—but the outcome was different.

“Ugh….”

Jeira lay collapsed on the ground, her eyes narrowed, while Martha stood before her.

“Ha….”

Jeira looked up at Martha and let out a hollow laugh.

“You really have changed. In just a month….”

She shook her head, bewildered.

“Congratulations on reaching Master’s Peak. And on finding your path.”

Jeira laughed freely, offering genuine congratulations for her opponent’s growth.

“Thank you.”

Martha bowed her head and took Jeira’s hand. Unlike her relentless pursuit of greater strength, her temperament seemed to have softened.

I watched Martha and Jeira conversing with smiles before turning away and climbing the Mountain.

-Everyone is changing.

Wrath nodded approvingly.

‘That’s right. And for the better, too.’

It wasn’t just Martha who had achieved tremendous growth—both Lunan and Burren had made significant strides in martial prowess and mental fortitude. Bringing all of them here had been the right call.

‘Now it’s my turn to change.’

For the past month since learning of Lawrence’s circumstances, I had traversed the Holy Sword Association, engaging in life-or-death sparring matches with formidable warriors.
Just as Lectar had said, the Holy Sword Association harbored numerous eccentric swordmasters who devoted themselves to a single path, and thanks to them, I had dramatically elevated my Ten Thousand Swords achievement, which had been stagnating.

Standing in the Training Courtyard on the Mountain Slope, reflecting on my growth and transformation, I heard Lawrence’s voice echo from the Cave.

“Sigh… doesn’t this bore you?”

Lawrence shook his head, saying it was tedious.

“You’d think after charging at me daily with no results, you’d give up. But you’re relentless.”
“I’m tired of hearing that too. Come down quickly.”

I chuckled softly and gestured with my hand.

“Today will be different.”
“Persistent as a leech.”

Lawrence exhaled a short sigh and leaped down into the Training Courtyard.

“Let’s begin.”

He nodded, indicating there was no need for pleasantries and to attack.

“Very well.”

I steadied my breathing and drew the Heavenly Sword.

-Wouldn’t it be better to use the Sword Realm now?

Wrath furrowed his brow, weary of watching me lose.

‘Pointless.’

Even if I could win using the Sword Realm’s power, victory would hold no meaning.
I wanted to defeat Lawrence’s special abilities through swordsmanship alone.

‘Not ability against ability—I need to win with my blade.’

I closed my eyes as I regulated my breathing, then opened them. Viewing Lawrence not as an enemy but as another teacher, I quietly extended my left foot forward.

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Lawrence furrowed his brow as he observed Raon’s familiar stance.

‘Still not there.’

Raon’s swordsmanship was developing rapidly, yet he had not yet transcended the wall itself.
Despite possessing such talent and perseverance, it seemed breaking through the shell would require time.

‘Then what can I do for him…’

To stand firm and block with all my might.

Thanks to Raon, my own Reverse Harmony Technique was slowly growing as well.
Being an unwavering wall that always held strong was the right thing for everyone.

Screeeech!

Raon’s blade surged forward, gleaming silver. A speed that transcended the very concept of swiftness. His sword had grown faster still.

‘Certainly improving. At this speed… wait?’

Just as I was about to activate the Reverse Harmony Technique while marveling at Raon’s swordsmanship.

Whoooosh!

Raon’s sword, which had been channeling the swordsmanship of extreme delight, transformed. It twisted the flow of the Reverse Harmony Technique in the opposite direction.

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